Quotes About Man

There are many kinds of revelation. But the most powerful is the vision which transcends the mental boundary between life and non-life, and Scotland is a place where this sort of revelation often approaches. Staring into a Scottish landscape, I have often asked myself why--in spite of all appearances--bracken, rocks, man and sea are at some level one.

The songs he chose reflected that same withdrawn, private man, but this man had the gift of expressing his inner soulscape through the medium of some of the 20th century's finest songwriters, from Rodgers and Hart to Antonio Carlos Jobim to Jimmy Webb, and as always, making those songs his own.

He is a calm man in a land of hotheads,

The Revolt against Civilization: The Menace of the Under Man,

It's the place built out of Man's ceaseless failure to overcome himself. Out of Man's endless war against himself we build our successes as well as our failures. Making it the city of all cities most like Man himself— loneliest creation of all this very old poor earth.

She married a man who soon left her; that man became a myth; and then that myth returned home and proved to be just a man after all.

Out of the motorcar (I learned later that this majestic vehicle was a Ford V8) stepped a short, thickset man wearing a smart suit.

Education is not accomplished by putting something into man; its purpose is to draw out of man the wisdom which is latent within him. May the reader call Bartholomew to discipleship, for only as this quality is raised to discipleship will you have the capacity to conceive ideas that will lift you beyond the limitations of man.

God became man as a living soul, but He had to forget He was God to become man, and now man has to become a life-giving spirit, where he knows that everything is an imaginal activity.

Man, not knowing this law of consciousness, constantly gives thought to this previous habitual conditions and, through being attentive to them, places upon these dead bodies the eternal head of creation; thereby he reanimates and re-resurrects them. You must leave these dead bodies alone and let the dead bury the dead.

Man is the living soul, turning slowly into a life-giving Spirit. But you cannot tell it except in a parable or metaphor to excite the mind of man to get him to go out and prove it.

Man, who is free in his choice, acts from conceptions which he freely, though not always wisely, chooses. All conceivable states are awaiting our choice and occupancy, but no amount of rationalising will itself yield us the state of consciousness which is the only thing worth seeking.

Imagination is the very gateway of reality. "Man," said Blake, "is either the ark of God or a phantom of the earth and of the water.

Estas son las doce cualidades que le fueron dadas al hombre en la fundación del mundo. El deber del hombre es elevarlas al nivel de discipulado.

This revelation is so wonderful that when man first hears it he wants to acquire it all at once; but he finds that, after numberless years spent in the belief of being man, he has so completely forgotten his true identity that he is now incapable of absorbing this memory all at once. He also discovers that he can do so only in proportion to his letting go of all human values and opinions.

At this moment you are aware of being, but you are also aware of being someone. This someone is the veil that hides the being you really are. You are first conscious of being, then you are conscious of being man.

The power conceiving itself to be man is greater than its conception. All conceptions are limitations of the conceiver.

Blessed is the man that endureth temptation for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life.

Then, only then, would the kingdom of man and woman really begin, joying and loving in creative labour.

What's a state of emergency?' a man asked. 'Oh, don't ask a foolish question. Haven't you heard about Malaya?' 'What about it?' 'There was a state of emergency.

With corpses stiffening on the premises, sir, all things be possible to a man with a desperate powerful idea egging him on.

in camp to the last man and horse safely aboard the barges two miles away. It took them just over an hour and a half,

Flames were rising from the waters and in the flames a blue man lived.

We were on Barrow Street now. "Who is the man with the scar?" I said. She shot me a glance, and her face hardened. "You saw him?" "How could I miss? He was the real center of attention. Didn't you go to the opening at all?" "No" She said. "And just because you saw him doesn't mean he was there.